Fertile Crescents

iron trees
White caps
The ocean
Flew by
And came into
The tall spires
Mosques
And temples
Of forgiveness
Lay in ruins
Next to
Shattered
Forests of
sky scrapers
this land is
“no man’s”
The Earth
Is full of worms
And the soil
Is rich and fertile
Animals
Run free
Between parked
Trucks

In the darkness
Of my thoughts
I walk alone
The Earth
Is one big
Ball
Of shattered
Pieces
Children
Run barefoot
Amongst
The lions
Children
Of god
Swim
In the ocean in rafts
Small radios buzzing
Speaking to each other
In every language
Nothing is written
Nothing is written
Except the stop
Signs
And the go lights
That hang
Blank and ponderous
Like eyes over the desert.
This place
Like a thousand
Fertile crescents
All new again
In fire
And soot
Can only be my home
If the sand that lives here
Lets me sleep
Under the tall
Towers
In peace.